Hank's still in the hospital and his girl is with him. They kicked her out last night but let her come back this morning and I'm so glad. I love how they love.
My boy seems in good spirits and is in no pain. The AFib continues but he saw a cardiologist today who mentioned that they may have to shock his heart back into a regular rhythm. We'll see. The cardiologist probably won't be back until tomorrow at the earliest or maybe Monday. So Hank's going to have to stay a few more days.
Better there and safe than at home and not safe.
But of course we all want him home AND safe and that will happen.
I've had a very, very lazy day. Somehow I got worn out just from life, I suppose. You know how these things go. Here's a few pictures from when I did stir from the house.
The hydrangea is rewarding me for freeing its roots by putting out a few buds.
A leisurely picking of the garden and visit to the hen house. Those are the first potatoes we've dug. Even under their dirt coats you can see the red shine of them. I'm going to make a salad with the greens. We've got your kale, your arugula, and well, that's all. That new row of arugula I planted is the best. Peppery as can be. I've got more squash in the refrigerator and that'll be turned into squash croquettes and I think we'll celebrate the new potatoes by eating them. Oh, wait! There's a few little carrots in there too that I'll scrub and slice for the salad.
We've had a small but profound miracle happen here the last two days. Remember how Jack the cat was standing guard over the food bowl that I'd put out for Maurice, refusing to leave it even though it was empty and he had his own full bowl a few feet away?
Well, Mr. Moon put his bowl over near Maurice's bowl and yesterday and today this has happened.
They are eating within two feet of each other! At the same time! And no one is snarling or growling or spitting flames! I really never do expect to see those two cuddled up together but just the fact that they're in the same room eating at the same time is more than I ever thought I'd see.
Must be all that yoga the three of us are doing together every day. It's mellowed us all out. And of course the green tea we drink all day long.
And I have nothing more to say. I believe I am dealing with Hank's situation by sheer and persistent denial. This generally works for me. Of course there is a bit of dissociative behavior involved but that's another good friend of mine. Ya cope with the mechanisms ya got. But quite honestly, I really DO think he's going to be fine and his spirits are so good and he's such a trouper and he's not in any pain and he's got Rachel with him and hospital ice (which is the best ice) and he's being monitored and as Jessie said last night on his FB post: "I love you and your arrhythmic heart so much. Always beating to your own drum."
And while she was working today she got to sneak in to see him.
He'll be okay.
So will we all.